Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"You dare!" Di Jiang stood up abruptly, and the laws of space transformed into blades of space, shooting directly towards Haotian.

Houtu's expression changed drastically, and she couldn't help but cry out, "Big brother, stop!"

Haotian's lips curled into a cold smile. He blinked, and countless black holes appeared in the void, deep and mysterious, precisely appearing in the direction from which the spatial blade had been shot, swallowing them all.

It was as if the two were playing a game, but Dijiang was horrified. He had no idea how Haotian had made his move, and the space around him was beginning to repel him.

"Mmm~ Ah—"

Dijiang groaned, then screamed in agony. He felt the space being compressed, and a fist silently emerged from the void, smashing straight at him.

A moment later, Dijiang used his spatial power to condense a silver desk and sat down beside it, his eyes bruised and dark. Houtu pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to laugh but dared not.

Although she was shocked by Haotian's strength, he truly had no intention of killing her; otherwise, she and her brother would never have been able to escape this place.

"Fellow Daoist, I am very curious to know what Father God gave you that enabled you to protect my clan from the great calamity." Houtu spoke with a smile, but her eyes were very stubborn.

The fact that the protagonist of the Great Tribulation could exit unscathed is something even a supreme innate treasure couldn't achieve. Otherwise, the Three Pure Ones would have done their best to help them.

Recalling their past conversation, they realized that as descendants of the Father God, their bond was far more precious than any innate treasure.

Haotian paused for a moment, then said softly, "When I reached the summit of Mount Buzhou, I received a benefit from the Great God Pangu."

The karmic connection between a Primordial Treasure and the Chaos Pearl, a Primordial Chaos Treasure, is immense!

Moreover, the great war between the witch and demon races caused immense harm to all living beings in the prehistoric world, and Houtu's role in the prehistoric world was irreplaceable.

Furthermore, his future ambition to make the Heavenly Emperor supreme will absolutely require the support of the Underworld.

Now is the time to win over Houtu!

Dijiang touched his eye sockets, grinned, and said, "It seems that Father God has always been protecting us, his descendants."

Haotian remained silent. Yes, it was the legacy of the great god Pangu!

"So, what do you plan to do, fellow Daoist?" Houtu became serious. She saw through Haotian's concealment, but if it could save her brothers, she would even exchange for a supreme innate treasure.

"In the third war between the Witch and the Demon, the Witch Clan must not strike first." Haotian said calmly, "The damage these two great formations have caused to the heavens and earth is too great. I will deal with the Demon Clan."

"You?!" Dijiang looked Haotian up and down, finally unable to hold back his words, "Although you are powerful, you are not capable of attaining sainthood!"

He had heard his younger sister mention the Zixiao Palace incident before. This guy didn't get the Primordial Purple Qi. The strength of the demon race's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array is at least that of a half-saint. Without their Wu clan, how could he fight?

Haotian stared at him, and the powerful pressure made Dijiang slowly lower his head. Then he sneered, "I have my own way, so there's no need for Ancestral Witch Dijiang to worry about it."

Houtu frowned: "Fellow Daoist, it's not that I don't believe you, but you're still no match for a Saint's strength. If you can't demonstrate the power to contend with them, then dealing with the demon race is just empty talk!"

"Moreover, how can you expect our clan to believe that you won't join forces with the demon race to slaughter us?" Houtu's voice was calm, yet every word was piercing.

Upon hearing this, Haotian looked up at Houtu and exclaimed, "Oh ho, she's finally got a brain!"

At this point, we have no choice but to resort to drastic measures!

"Gonggong is about to die!" Haotian said leisurely, taking a sip of Enlightenment Tea.

"What did you say!" Houtu stood up in shock, Dijiang exuded a murderous aura, and Haotian raised his eyelids slightly. The two of them quickly sat up straight.

"You heard right, Senior Sister Nuwa is already in seclusion. After she becomes a saint, she will definitely kill Gonggong."

Both Dijiang and Houtu became uneasy. In the last great battle, Gonggong had insulted Nuwa so much. Gonggong was a saint who was about to attain enlightenment. They would never let Gonggong go.

Moreover, even if their Wu clan possessed the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, they could not maintain Pangu's physical body indefinitely.

But the sages are immortal and indestructible, as the Dao Ancestor himself said!

"I can save him, but your Wu Clan must obey my orders." Haotian looked at the two with a smile. "Don't glare at me. I will not allow you to do anything that would damage the reputation of the Great God Pangu."

"In the end, doesn't it all come down to submitting to you?" Dijiang said angrily.

"A different kind of submission, not like the demon race's!" Haotian toyed with a peach. "It's better than the entire race being wiped out!"

"If you don't want to listen, you can leave now."

Houtu lowered her head and drank the tea in her cup. Dijiang's legs seemed rooted to the spot, and he was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

"Fellow Daoist, I won't mince words. In the past 100,000 years, the demon race has also been increasing its strength. During the three wars between the Lich and Demon races, two great formations at the Saint level clashed. Have you ever thought about the primordial world?"

"The Wu Clan keeps claiming to protect the primordial world, but now, apart from the former Rahu and the three clans that created the heavens, it is your Wu Clan that has caused the greatest damage to the primordial world. And the merits left by the Great God Pangu have not been used up much, have they?"

Haotian knew that the Wu tribe did not value their own lives. They believed that death was also a return to the embrace of their father god Pangu. However, if they caused harm to heaven and earth or damaged Pangu's reputation, they would be moved!

Dijiang and Houtu were pale-faced. They knew that Haotian was right. Now, their Wu clan had indeed become a scourge in the eyes of all living beings in the prehistoric world!

This can be seen from the fact that so many powerful people are unwilling to associate with them!

Before they established their clan, many fellow Daoists would immediately show respect upon hearing that they were descendants of Pangu. But now... even familiar fellow Daoists would immediately turn away upon meeting them!

They were trapped in a great calamity, and all they could do was eliminate the demon race. But this was like drinking poison to quench thirst. Even if they became the protagonists of heaven and earth, how long could the primordial world support the survival of the witch race?

There are also seven strands of Primordial Purple Qi. Once they attain the status of Heavenly Saints, would they be willing to see the Witch Clan dominate the Primordial World?

One by one, Haotian bluntly pointed out the problems and laid them bare before the two of them.

After a long silence, Houtu spoke in a hoarse voice: "As you say, fellow Daoist, if you guarantee my clan's safe retreat, my clan... will submit to you as much as possible."

Dijiang turned his head, looking at his younger sister's pale face, and said in a deep voice, "Let me make this clear first: we are only acknowledging your future position as Heavenly Emperor, not becoming your subject. Don't expect us to kneel before you!"

Haotian then smiled: "A bow is sufficient!"

Dijiang and Houtu exchanged a glance and nodded: "Alright!"

Anyway, they bowed to the Dao Ancestor before, so this request isn't too difficult!

Haotian was very satisfied; he was indeed a king of a different surname!

As long as you don't cause trouble, I have plenty of time to subdue you!

"Make an oath!"

Dijiang rose, his expression solemn: "Father God Pangu above, I am Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch. As the patriarch of the Witch Clan, I hereby swear that if Haotian can protect us twelve Ancestral Witches from the Great Calamity, then I will acknowledge his position as Heavenly Emperor!"

"If I break this oath, I will sever my bloodline and never again call myself a descendant of Pangu!"

The thunderous roar, carrying an overwhelming will, reached their ears, and both Haotian Dijiang smiled.

"I don't need to," Haotian chuckled. The Wu Clan hadn't mentioned his punishment, leaving some room for maneuver.

After all, even if he can't do it, the Witch Clan will still do what they were supposed to do!

Dijiang said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Houtu finally smiled. In any case, her brother and the others' lives were finally safe!

Dijiang opened his hand, revealing twelve shimmering gems, each entwined with various laws, and gently pushed them towards Haotian: "These are what you wanted!"